Gimme Shelter_Between Night and Day_Pretty Stranger_Final Sanctuary
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Gimme Shelter
"Remember the time when David Muller's Brother pantsed you and threw your underwear up into the tree?" said Matt after taking a sip of his Matte Black Latte."Uh, no. You must be remembering someone else," I said looking around uncomfortably."He did. We were living in Los Gatos at the time. I'll never forget how all the girls screamed when they saw you without your pants on. Ha! Ha! Ha!""Oh God you're right, I now remember I was eight years old and that was…Glen or Don, right? I said."You do remember! It was Don. Glenn was my best friend back then.""Well, whoever he was, he was an asshole," I s...
Between Night and Day
So much boredom, tedium, cabin fever, mental haze. In the underground bunker the soldiers did all they could to stay alert. To keep their mewww.onedoor.ccntal focus, they played cards, checkers, and chess. They listened to MP3 players, did calisthenics, wrote in journals. Tinkering with repairs, sewing, cleaning their weapons, they tried to avoid becoming snappish. They rode a line between strength and force. Waiting to receive their signal, to enact the drill they were trained for. Through the trap door, and a few steps in a dark passage, out into the light of day, to skillfully kill the leader of the opp...
Pretty Stranger
Glitter shimmered across the ballroom, falling like sugar. The sprinkles of gold made the people glisten. The carnival ball had begun.Esmeralda had made it. Eighteen and free, this moment was a dream come true. While there was dancing inside, there was playing outside. All the rides were as grand as the chandeliers inside the ballroom.Esmeralda wanted so much to ride the carousel, to be able to careen along with the glossy figurines. Like the ones trapped inside her snow globes back home.Bubbles floated in the air like polka dots, decorating her red gown as she moved through the crowd. She mo...
Final Sanctuary
Final SanctuaryI began looking for something special, something that I didn’t even understand, when I was a small child. My parents were not happy together, my father drank, and my mother suffered, and I sought refuge from their misery. You could find me in the hall closet, burrowed in the nest of fallen coats, attempting to hide in the solitude of the dark, cramped space. Or in the cellar among the damp smells or one of the trees that lined our property. It remained the same until I left home, me seeking shelter from their misery and failed lives. I spent most of my life in the same pursuit, ...